Metaphorical Prose and RarityEQM · 12:24pm Jun 11th, 2019
The Sweest Soul Sister a Sissy Could Scour and Score
There is a new kind of prose that I've been taking a liking to lately. One that would have never suited before that, that was, until I had met RarityEQM. Their prose, when it comes to sexy, micro, and evocative shit is just... so damn good!
How do they do it? How do they create prose that doesn't tell you the story from far away, the feelings and sights and thoughts of the character, but rather, evokes them in the reader alongside the character?
Trust me. I wish a fuckin' knew.
But it comes from a central philosophy they hold. There are only so many words you can use describe a giant—towering, massive, monolithic, large—that, after some time, wear out their edges with endless repetition.
What is the solution to this problem, I hear, in my head, that small voice inside your head, ahead in the future which, of course, either means I'm either a telepathic able to read the future or just decent with predictability?
It's one of the first lessons taught in writing that I, somehow, forgot about.
“Do not simply use different words, darling!” RarityEQM, ever in character, shares during my umpteenth break down over their writing. “Compare different things! Fluttershy's pubic hair is an unkempt crop. Shoelaces could be massive and round, sure, but compare them instead to the thick, steel cables overhead on a bridge!”
Okay. Maybe they didn't quite say it like that. Our message history, thankfully in any other sense, is quite extensive. But the ideal reaming the same. Do not search for different words. There are only so many orders to put them in. Instead, find different things to compare it to that evoke the sense of scale to it.
What passages has this resulted in?
Now, beholding the sheer amount of colossal ass looming before him, he had his answer. Now, staring into the white, snowy abyss of Cadance's clinging panties that swallowed up his vision and devoured his perception, he had his answer.
Apologies for those who aren't into micro. But stick around anyways for the lesson, eh? Anyhow. As you can see above, Rarity doesn't entirely ditch the use of words. She never stated trying to use those modifying words were a bad thing to begin with.
But they are like the appetizer to a meal.
The setting in question.
A colossal ass sets the scale with looming setting not only the distance, but the feeling of the sight. But what truly sells it? The white, snowy abyss of Cadance's clinging panties that swallowed up his vision and devoured his perception. Bingo. White, snowy abyss sells evertyhing. The color of the panties, the feeling of seeing something so massive, having a play on words—abyss is known for being black and endless, but changing the color now to white brings freshness to a cliche.
And the idea that Cadance's rump is like an abyss, all with directly saying it, instead of using like just before is directly metaphorically. For a while now, I'd been wondering how you could go about writing the ideal micro, of actually evoking the scale one would get from looking at incredible art that evokes the same feelings.
Evoke, of course, is the key word here.
This is Rarity's greatest strength. Evoking. It's something I've been trying to do more as of late but, since I've always written in a mostly realistic sense, I've never dared to be metaphorical in my works. Things happen, and then my characters have feelings reacting to those things, all of which is mostly told rather than experienced.
But I'm getting better.
At least, I hope I am.
I hope to offer more examples and break downs in the future, folks, but my muse, the pain in the ass that he is, is chaining my hands back to the loads of commissions that I have. If I can snag some time tomorrow, I'd like to take more examples, break them down, see what lessons lay underneath, and then try to apply the same to our own works.
Or, hell, even my own.
Anyways. I gotta get back to work. Keep well, everyone, or else I'll knock ya one.
~ Yr. Pal, B
I chose to believe that Cadance’s candy ass is not ensconced within panties, but rather simply covered in cocaine.
And I’m about to do a fat rail off it.
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I have the very distinct feeling that she'd be cool with that
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I feel like a story called “Cadance’s Ass is Covered In Cocaine” would very much be feature box-bait.
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Damn it, Tramp, now I'm going to spend the day thinking about how to turn that into a real thing
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You did this Trampoline
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C-c-c-collab?
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Only if we can use the prompt I just wrote as a spring board for ideas
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Holy fuck I love it.